trinkets

by mandaceehb

The rain falls

Like a string of pearls sliced by lightning on the tin roof

Fingertips memorise the path over rubber-skinned stepping stones

They are numbered but I prefer the unchartered road

Another t-shirt is drenched in dew

 

You tell me you’re tired

Yet your eyes reflect the moon

The night won’t be young for long

I will lie down and gaze with you

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